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Ladies, this is the place for your own special brand of confession. Did you sleep with your best friend's boyfriend? Did your Aunt Flo visit unexpectedly while you were wearing white pants? Did your boyfriend lose a condom inside you? Did the padding in your bra fall out?

The things you can confess here might fall into other sections, too - but here you have your own place to post. Men, feel free to read and reply, but please, let the ladies do all the posting.

After all, this section is for ... Women Only.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 29

    It's not so much a regret, it is more of a memory of when I was growing up. I was fourteen and I let the man of the house I was babysitting at feel me up and get his ding dong in me. I knew what was going on the whole time he was feeling me up, I could feel his ding dong against my leg, at one point I was on my knees against the couch and he was behind me dry humping my ass, he got me naked down to my underwear kissing on my boobs mouth and neck and he got his ding dong out and said it was time. I tried holding on to my panties but he pulled them out of my hands and down my legs. I asked him if he was going to fuck me and he said he had to and he fucked me.

    It was many years later before I got fucked again, like ten years later until after college. When the guy pulled on my panties I got this flashback until I said fuck it and let go of them and he got me naked and shoved himself into me. Twice I got fucked that way. The second time I was a whole lot older and I slapped his ding dong real hard with my hand and when he complained I told him he deserved that and more and not to fuck me.

    I liked getting fucked, the truth is that once I got fucked I liked it when I was babysitting and I liked it when I got fucked right after college. I liked the feeling of it I even liked seeing his hard ding dong and knowing what he was going to do with it. It was like a movie, you know what is going to happen you just have to wait for it to happen.

    The guy I am with now is a pleaser, he is always going around pleasing me, getting things for me, washing my car, helping with the dishes, buying me clothes. I have to take off my panties because he won't. Sex with him is something we talk about first, then we have this ceremony of him kissing me a little and touching my boob. He takes his shirt off which is my signal to take off my shirt and bra, he takes off his underpants and I take off my panties, we stand naked in front of the bed, I turn the bed down and get on my back and he gets between my legs and we have sex. He asked me if I am O.K. afterwards and we get dressed for bed and go to sleep.

    Once only I got on my stomach and told him that if he wanted to have sex he would have to get my panties off and I wasn't going to turn over either. We didn't have sex.

    I don't regret what happened when I was babysitting, in a way I now it was wrong for it to happen but I don't regret it, it is a memory that I have like when I fell off my bike and broke my wrist. It's a memory and I don't have any attachment to it. My one time right after college is a bit different because I sort of liked the guy and I pushed him away.

    I guess you are never happy, I really don't much like the way I have sex now.

    #41931 — Comments (5) — Oct 17, 2018 at 9:32 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 28

    I met him, the chemistry is definitely there, but he is from the other side of the political spectrum. I am a feminist, and intensely progressive. He is a lifelong conservative Republican. I work for the county welfare department and he owns a business. He basically puts my ideas aside, it's not so much mansplaining, he parents me.

    I do argue with him and he waits until I am over my rant and he takes all my arguments apart. The worst comment he ever told me was that he had the dick and I had the pussy, enough said. My head tells me I am not going to be happy, my heart tells me its time to adapt. I have never felt lonely before meeting him, now my days are only full when I am with him. I have never been so in love.

    #41899 — Comments (7) — Oct 14, 2018 at 6:05 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 23

    After two years of living together I realized I loved him. I told him I love him, he said very little but came back later and asked me if I meant what I said. Still hurt from his first reaction I answered carefully but repeated what I had said. He has since told me he loves me too.

    I just had to say this, guys are pretty stupid.

    #41857 — Comments (4) — Oct 12, 2018 at 10:06 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 53

    Because of being bi-sexual my sex life has messed up many relationships both with men and women. I lost respect of family members and other times when people found out about it. I ended up moving away from my hometown when I was 48 just to get a fresh start and try to meet new friends. I had affairs with three women and two men since I moved here and they also ended badly. It was 20 months ago when I vowed not to get involved romantically ever again. I have a good job and kept to myself for awhile content with satisfying myself sexually. I masturbated daily and pledged not to get into a relationship. I moved into an apartment building close to my job and met Hanna and her son Derek who are down the hall from my apartment. Hanna and I became friends quickly and I mean only friends. She had been divorced for several years and has a boyfriend she dates often. Her son Derek is 24 now and he had his left leg amputated when he was 15 because of a auto accident. He is a short chubby guy and spoiled by his mother not to mention the way he seems to be obnoxious at times. For his age he seemed to be immature yet outspoken not afraid to say almost anything. Hanna is very protective of him and that is the cause of how I have gotten involved with Derek. She goes out with her boyfriend every Saturday night and most of the time doesn't get home until late Sunday mornings. It was July 2017 the first time she asked me to check in on Derek when she is out with her boyfriend and even asked me to watch out for him if they went away on weekends. I have no social life to speak of so I agreed to check in on him. Although Derek is odd he can be assertive, forward and inquisitive. I didn't mind the way he is and began letting him come into my apartment most Saturday nights. He constantly asked questions about my life and family and it soon turned to sexual questions. I thought I would give him a dose of his own questions and began asking him questions. In one night I found out he had never had a girlfriend and that he masturbates and watches porn making me promise not to tell his mother. He got to be so bold around me he asked me let him see my breasts and would like to see me naked. I laughed at first until he said he would show me his penis and just stood up and dropped his pants having no underwear on. I just grinned wondering what this idiot thought I was going to do about it. His penis isn't even close to large and I think the smallest I've ever seen. I just began telling him to pull his pants up but he just stood there and continued talking. Then he began playing with himself and had an erection that is only about 5". He didn't masturbate but stood there for at least ten minutes until it went down. I saw then also how far up his leg had been amputated. I wasn't mad at him and just thought how desperate he is for attention and lack of a sex life. He was like I had become but for different reasons. When I thought about it later it occurred to me that Derek was frustrated with his sex life like me but for different reasons.


    A few weeks went by and Hanna asked me to look in on Derek over the weekend while she went away with her boyfriend. We had keys to each others apartments by then but neither Hanna or Derek had ever used it to get into my apartment. It was about 9pm on that Friday night when I was getting undressed to take a shower that Derek appeared in my doorway which was open. I had panties on but had just taken off my bra. I froze for a second and Derek just kept saying how pretty I am and how nice my boobs are. I had my hands covering my breasts but suppose because of my past experiences wasn't the least bit embarrassed by him seeing me. I think it was a combination of being complimented by him and sense of feeling sorry for him that made me put my hands down. He just stood there with a smile ear to ear and with out him asking I took off my panties letting him see me nude. I said before he could be assertive but never expected him to ask if he could jerk off. I told him to slow down and the next thing I knew he was begging me to be able to masturbate looking at my body. I just said go ahead and he took off his shorts, again no underwear, and stood there masturbating and looking at me up and down. I actually felt myself becoming aroused thinking how could this pathetic kid cause me to feel like that. I don't think he ever saw a woman naked before and the look on his face was unbelievable. Without thinking I began fingering myself and watched as he ejaculated in less than a minute. I sat down on the end of the bed and laid back letting him watch me masturbate and soon orgasmed. As I laid there for a few minutes I couldn't believe what I just let happen as Derek stood there with his eyes fixed on my body. I didn't know how to feel about it and Derek just blurted out how he liked my breasts and how much he liked seeing my pussy shaved. Then I began thinking about Hanna and if she found out about this or if Derek would dare tell her. I put my robe on and Derek put his shorts back on and the first thing I said is not to tell your mother about this. He pleaded with me not to tell her so I was sure he didn't want her to find out either. The next night Hanna was still away and Derek knocked on my door instead of just coming in. I gave him a drink and the first thing he asked me was if we could masturbate together again. I just stood motionless for a moment and figured why not. We went into my living room and Derek was the first to undress as I got some towels for him making sure he didn't ejaculate on my floors again. He sat back in the chair with his prosthetic leg straight out and began masturbating as soon as I got undressed. I also got my vibrator and when I started using it on myself Derek's eyes widened and it seemed like he ejaculated in seconds. I laid on the sofa slowly using my vibrator and he just got up and came close to watch me which got me so aroused I orgasmed twice.

    Beginning last April I began letting Derek masturbate me with my sex toys and allow him to fondle my breasts. He isn't afraid to ask me to do anything and I also let him watch when I shave my pubic area. I started jerking him off that month and its funny in a way because his penis is so small. I only use my two top fingers and my thumb to jerk him off but I know he is well satisfied. I even slow down so he doesn't ejaculate as fast as he use to. By May I let him give me oral sex and I began doing it for him. His penis is so short I can fit it entirely in my mouth. No other guy was I ever able to do that. I tried having intercourse with him a few times but because of his leg and size of his penis it just didn't work out. I don't have to tell him how to use my sex toys anymore and he mostly likes using my vibrator in me. I put conditions on how and when we do this but its usually every Saturday night. Hanna is rarely home then and I don't want Derek here when she is home or coming here during the week. I stress to him its just for sexual satisfaction and that's all it is. Derek I'm afraid will have a hard time ever finding a sex partner since he is not a very good looking guy and has a strange personality. I do get sexual enjoyment with him and know he is having the time of his life the way I treat him. I do feel sorry for him but get satisfaction knowing how happy I make him. Hanna still babies him so its a good thing she don't suspect anything and I'm positive Derek would never her tell her about this. She knows Derek comes to my apartment sometimes but that's the extent of it.


    #41851 — Comments (2) — Oct 12, 2018 at 2:01 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Lesbian Female / 30

    Hoy día soy una mujer soltera, lesbiana, Argentina, con título universitario, de 30 años y trabajo con un banco como economista. La relación que tengo es prohibida, es entre familia, con mi prima y su esposo. Por circunstancias cuando estábamos en un fin de semana en la quinta de el termine en la cama con ellos, yo tenía doce años y hacia frio y me dio miedo y ella me invito a dormir con ellos. Allí fue cuando el me hizo el amor por primera vez y ella se solidifico conmigo abrazándome y queriéndome.

    Mi prima siempre se ha sentido enamorada de mí. En la cama ella se pone agresiva y le gusta ‘montarme’ y hacer pasarse como que si ella es hombre. En ese sentido cuando hago el sexo con ella, ella siempre es el hombre y nos disfrutamos con consoladores. En realidad, ella es mi amante y por estar con ella estoy con el cuándo a él se le antoja estar conmigo. En el mundo de lesbianas conozco mas de una que anda casada con un hombre y tiene una amante lesbiana, así estamos mi prima y yo.

    #41834 — Comments (1) — Oct 11, 2018 at 9:05 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 24

    My father is a well known public figure. We, his family, are virtually unknown on purpose. Growing up using only our mother's maiden name, living in middle America, our station in life attributed to my Granddad supporting us. Now that I am out of college, actually all three kids are out of college, I find that my Dad is not who people think he is. He is everything but what the public sees, his public image is a persona, to us he is not just Dad he is Daddy.

    I am posting this because public figures adopt a persona, but who they really are is a carefully kept secret. So I am anonymous, if you heard my name you would never put two and two together.

    #41827 — Comments (3) — Oct 10, 2018 at 10:04 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 29

    I don't even know what to call my weakness. I am a sucker for a strong older man. I married one and I like being called pet names, held, kissed and fucked. I get a sort of high when he lifts himself up off me right after he shoots his stuff in me. Sometimes I ask him if he likes fucking his woman. I have never had sex with any other man so I don't really know how I would respond and I am not interested in having sex with another man. He doesn't use harsh words like bitch, he mostly calls me his woman or his baby.

    I think I am kind of pretty, I have a pretty enough face but I am more wholesome than hot, I do have boobs which I feel are bit large for my frame and I feel my hips are a little big too but he seems to like that. I don't have kids but I have been getting more and more into the idea, I don't think I have baby fever yet but maybe I do. I would love to stay home and not work. I have a nice job and I like my coworkers, but I would love to not work at all, just stay home and be a social butterfly for a while, but I guess I would get bored. If I found something I could volunteer for I would definitely want to stay home.

    I met my husband at a reception for the new councilman in our district. He was a large contributor to his candidacy and they go back a long time, they have been friends from college. I was the stupid girl who had been sent by her boss to mingle and get to know people (I work for a bank). I got my first big correction there, in private he didn't embarrass me in public, but my husband was pretty annoyed with me that day for saying something that was an assumption but not a fact. I don't think I heard half of what he said.

    #41814 — Comments (0) — Oct 10, 2018 at 8:33 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 34

    Not politically correct but the truth is the truth and my first experience was as a Freshman at a Frat party and I was taken to a bedroom and I lost my innocence, or cherry. How was it? Well to tell the truth it was scary. And I developed a never ending crush on him. And when he dated other girls I was hurt. He put up with me but it wasn't until I was in my late twenties that he more or less started to accept me as an equal. I am one of those women that decided to follow him to the ends of the earth, if he held my hand it was better, if I had to walk behind him so be it. Mostly I walked behind him but he did hold my hand if we were sitting down.

    To me being married and taking his name was not only the thing to do, it is the thing to do. Sure, it took him a lot of messing around with other girls before he came to his senses and married me, but he married me because I never left his side. Of that I am convinced, I never gave up. I got accused of being his puppy dog, of being his useful bitch, of not having a backbone, of being a doormat. He may have had other girlfriends but the girlfriend that domesticated him was me. When some other girl sent him packing he had me to come back to. I didn't like him running around, I have always been jealous and it hurt, but I was a stupid kid in college and he was already a working man and he was out tasting all the fruit but he always came back to me to be comforted.

    Ev eryone has their own path, but I resent being told that I am a doorstop, or his laundry woman, I am his wife. He has his ways, and maybe he goes off now and then, but he is my husband as he is and I am his wife.

    #41793 — Comments (3) — Oct 8, 2018 at 9:30 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 29

    I was thirteen when my father divorced my mother and married his nurse receptionist. My mother got child support and alimony and the house and we lived ok, more or less, she didn't work. My father was a doctor so all in all we were ok financially. Then out of the blue several months after he had gotten married he was killed in a car wreck going to work one morning. He had a life insurance policy but he had taken it out in the name of his business because his bank required it so the policy paid the business and the business paid the debts and there wasn't anything left for us or his wife who was pregnant. Without the child support or the alimony and his pregnant wife my mother had to sell the house and everyone moved into this smaller house in a more modest neighborhood.

    I had turned fourteen and I was in the eighth grade and I resented my stepmother's big belly. She is a tiny woman and her belly looked like a huge watermelon and she waked around like she was going to blow up. My mother decided that I was the one to rub oil on her belly to prevent stretch marks so every night after dinner we would watch some tv show and I had to rub oil all over her belly. And it wasn't only her belly because she never wore a bra anymore in the house and she would take off her gown and lay there in nothing but her panties with her boobs the size of big melons and under her belly her panties were rolled up but not above all her pubes. She would take some of the oil and rub it into her boobs until she asked me to do it.

    To say I was traumatized is not enough. We had two bathrooms but she and I shared one bathroom and she had stopped shaving and her wild hair was everywhere, and she may be a petite frame but she is a hairy woman and her hair went almost all the way up to her belly button and down the side of her legs not to mention it was a mass under her panties. She kept telling me that she wanted me to witness the birth, maybe that would be the best birth control for me, once I saw that I wouldn't let a boy within ten feet of me. Why she and my mother decided to have a home birth with a midwife I don't know but I suspect it was to shock me because I was pushed up to help deliver my baby brother. She was right about one thing, any ideas about sex go right out the window once you see that happen.

    Once she was recovered and she was able to work again and my mother got into her job and to be frank my mother's parents helped out with the house and things got a bit easier. My baby brother wasn't as a big a problem as everyone told me he was going to be and I didn't hang out with anyone that had a problem helping me baby sit. Slowly, I got over the trauma delivery and I went out with guys as I got further along in high school and one thing led to another and one night at a party we went all the way. Mind you, I had protection.

    The legacy of all this is that I am an OB Nurse and I attend deliveries. I feel for the moms, when I have them in labor I ask them if they would like me to rub down their bellies which are at the point of blowing up all over the place, I don't do boobs because that is frowned upon, but many moms tell me that is even more relaxing than having their bellies rubbed down. Someplace in my mind I have two images, the image of what I am about to experience when a man is around me and the image about what I have to work with when I help deliver a mom's new baby boy or girl. The two images don't mix. I can go from sex to the delivery room without missing a beat.

    #41766 — Comments (1) — Oct 5, 2018 at 9:17 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 24

    My sweetie and I rub our labia together to work up a foam. We trib for an hour or so and when we are dripping wet, push our pussies hard together, forcing all the air out then we pull them apart to see how loud a sucking noise we can make. This gets us off then we slide our clits back and forth softly until we orgasm. We can also fist each other well.

    #41746 — Comments (7) — Oct 3, 2018 at 1:44 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
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